Today was not the day for me to wind up in an enclosed space with a bored housewife and her pocket sized mutt.
The moment I stepped off the elevator and into my penthouse, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. My gun was out of its holster and in my hand a heartbeat later, the cool weight of it intimately familiar. I knew its every dip and curve, and that there was already one in the chamber ready for action.
Crouching low, I put my back against the wall leading to the foyer and forced my mind to go blank and silent so I could listen. Aimless, angry thoughts came to a sudden stop before a frown creased my brows.
Why was there water running?
I owned this floor and the two below it. Information any thief able to make it this far would’ve known. There would be no reason to try and mask the sounds of them going through my possessions when no neighbors were close enough to hear the noise in the first place. Something wasn’t adding up.
I glanced quickly around the corner and ducked back out of sight, letting a snapshot of what I had seen form. No movement. Lights on in the living room. A trail of clothes leading towards my bedroom.
Clothes?
In one swift move I ducked and ran up the hall, weapon aimed at the floor before brining it up to sweep around the room. No one was there and nothing was out of place. Some of my wariness fled and when I took a deep breath, reality burned through me like the first glimpse of sunlight riding in on the dawn of a new day.
I smelled mint mixed with lemons and every nerve in my body suddenly went on red alert, screaming with recognition. The sound of running water registered as my shower. The clothes on the floor were the same ones my woman had worn last.
My future queen had returned, and by all indications, she was naked in my bathroom. Tight body wet and slick. Barely more than a dozen steps from hands already aching to hold her.
Shamelessly, I grabbed the sweater from the floor and brought it to my nose before inhaling. Her scent flooded my brain and my cock twitched, filling my pants as a feral grin split my lips. The day had been less than stellar. But now?
Things are looking up.
My suit jacket was gone by the time I reached my bedroom, the shirt and shoes with it. A very expensive tie joined the other items on the floor and I couldn’t have cared less. I stopped by the dresser to secure my weapon before ditching the socks and belt, sending a hungry gaze towards the bathroom.
The door was open, curls of steam lazily floating from the entrance.
Invitation?
Test?
If it was the latter, then I was about to fail with flying colors.
I prided myself on willpower but give me a fucking break. I was a man, not a monk. The reserves of said will had officially been tapped dry by the day.
My pants hit the floor at the edge of bathroom, leaving me in nothing but tight, black boxer briefs. I padded across the heated floor, and when I reached the glass doors separating the large, walk-in shower from the rest of the room, my jaw plummeted at terminal velocity and my blood turned to jet fuel in my veins at the sight of the bounty before me.
Sylvia was sitting in a corner alcove of the shower, wreathed in curling mists. She had taken one of the four detachable shower heads with her.
Her head was down, eyes closed, face flushed. Her pale skin was slick with water and I tracked the progress of each bead that slid over the swells of her breasts, down her flat stomach, and around the curves of her hips. Between her spread legs, one hand was holding the shower head right on her pussy while the other rubbed small circles around her clit and the gleaming jewelry there.
Now that I was this close, I could make out the sound of choked moans starting and stopping. The sweet noises she made had me reaching below my waistband and grasping my cock before I was aware of it.
One moment, I was watching the flush beneath her skin deepen as she chased down her own pleasure. The next, I was putting my hand to the glass to balance myself for the slow, even strokes I was making up and down my length.
Most likely, I would've been content to enjoy the carnal show without interrupting her. But my weight on the glass made the door creak, and I cursed as Sylvia's head whipped up, silver gaze darkened by passion finding me instantly. My hand stilled, oxygen freezing in my chest as I braced for her reaction.
What the fuck had I been thinking, barging in here?
Yet my woman defied all expectations.
“Carlos.” My name spilled from her lips on a breathy sigh more erotic than any sound I had ever heard.
Sylvia didn't flinch as she met my hungry gaze. No. Instead, she leaned back against the wall like a lazy cat and spread her legs further apart. Treating me to a view well worth the pain in my knuckles when I bit down on them.
Her pussy was tantalizingly hidden from sight by the hand still rubbing slow circles around her mound and the wide shower head, but it was enough to drive me wild. More than enough.
My cock throbbed with need and her gaze strayed down my body, shifting from my arms and chest and abs until she found the telltale sign of my arousal pushing against the fabric trying and failing to restrain it.
“Off,” she demanded softly, focus so intent my raised brow was ignored. Fine. She would always get what she wanted where I was concerned.
Watching her reaction closely, I hooked both thumbs into my waistband and slowly pushed. Her breathing sped up as the dark curls above the base of my shaft came into view, making those beautiful breasts lift and fall hypnotically. The fabric caught at the end of my length and her movements slowed to a standstill.
Then, with one final tug, I bared myself fully, cock bouncing in the balmy heat while I discarded the last garment on my body. Her eyes widened slightly as her body shuddered and I didn't try to fight my devilish grin.
No trace of fear.
No sense of hesitation.
I was a tall man, but in that moment, she made me feel like a giant ready to pound his chest in victory.
I opened the shower door and stepped inside, closing it behind me without looking away. Her attention never deviated from the thick length between my legs and I reached down to slowly grasp the base, presenting myself as if I was an offering. In a way, I was.
My entire being was a gift only for her.
“You like what you see, diosa?” My voice was nothing more than a rumble, so low it seemed the walls should've trembled.
Sylvia nodded, pink tongue making an appearance to swipe along her lips. The hand between her legs resumed circling, quickly picking up speed. “I like.”
A growl stirred in my chest. There was nothing in this world capable of comparing to her husky alto. It was pure sin loaded up and shot straight into the brain. A drug worth killing for.
Dying for.
Living for.
“Closer,” she whispered.
Who was I to deny my future queen?
I moved with purpose, striding through the spray of water without a care. Stopping just beyond her reach. Sylvia's easy smile lit up the room as she dropped the shower wand to the floor with a soft clink, pushing it aside with one dainty foot. She lifted her hand and curled her finger, beckoning me closer still.
My brows rose casually - who was this siren easily bending me to her wims? - but I was holding my breath as I took another step, perfectly lining up with her mouth.
There's no way-
Sylvia scooted forward, the sensitive bud between her legs forgotten as both her hands came up to settle on my waist, nails curling against my skin. I jerked at the electrified contact, hips surging forward of their own volition and she glanced up at me from beneath her lashes as she blew cool air over the head of my shaft.
“Be still, warlord,” she crooned softly, glancing up at me with wicked promise. “I don't want to hurt you.”
Warlord? For her, I would burn countrysides, turn back invasions, break men and mountains over my knee in equal measure.
I nearly scoffed at the idea she could ever hurt me through anything
other than her absence, but her hands started roaming and any offense was quickly forgotten.
She traced her way over the corded muscles of my stomach and then up towards my chest. Each touch was measured. A tentative exploration at odds with her outward confidence. She alternated between observing her own ministrations and watching the reactions play across my face.
Sylvia's careful fingers brushed across my nipple and I groaned, hands fisting at my sides. She paused for a moment, eyes tinting with uncertainty, and her slow perusal started making more sense.
I reached out slowly, cupping her cheek. “Don't stop.”
She glanced away, but not before I saw the waver in her conviction. My heart ached for this beautiful woman who'd been robbed of the simple pleasure of exploring her partner’s body at her own leisure.
I tilted her chin back up so she focused on me and only me. I filled my eyes with the full depth of emotion I felt for her even as the enormity of it roughened my voice. “The only way you can hurt me is if you stop. Your touch is my heaven, diosa. Don't cast me out.”
Sylvia pursed her lips but nodded, eyes flashing with renewed determination. Her gaze lowered and her hands followed, dropping to my waiting cock that hadn't flagged in the least. How could it, when the woman of my dreams was wet and naked before me? Piercings glittering from the overhead lights. Perky breasts rising and falling with every breath.
Her fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft, struggling to close. My knees trembled and I slapped my hands against the wall above her, praying I wouldn’t spook her but needing to hold myself together. She glanced up, gauging my reaction. Whatever she saw must've been satisfactory, because she pumped me once, slowly, small fist traveling from base to tip and down again. The ache in my balls grew, dragging another rough groan from my throat.
Her lips parted as she drew me closer. An eager bead of precum emerged from my tip and she stroked me again before swiping it with her thumb. I stared hard, forcing myself to be still while I waited to see what she would do.
Sylvia placed her thumb to her lips, pink tongue darting out for a quick lick and disappearing. Her ensuing moan was beautiful devastation. Pure destruction of the very best kind. So was the way her eyes lowered to half mast as she let go of my cock and braced her hands on my upper thighs.
“If I do something wrong,” she said softly, leaning closer. “Tell me.”
I grunted something that might’ve been agreement, or encouragement. Maybe another language completely. Who the fuck knew? I was more than a little distracted by the wet heat of her mouth closing over the head of my cock.
Her teeth lightly scraped over the head as she took me deeper and my whole body shuddered, breath hissing between my teeth.
Sylvia paused, glancing up at me, and I nodded for her to keep going.
Please, God. Don't let her stop.
Eyes closing, her fingers idly drifted through the damp hair on my legs as she took a few more inches of my length. Her tongue flattened on the underside of my cock. The cool, smooth metal of her piercing drug against the skin there, contrasting perfectly with her hot mouth. The slight tremor in my knees turned into an earthquake and I cursed rapidly.
She hummed around me, and I felt the low buzz at the base of my spine. Feeding into the pressure already there. Amplifying the sensation a thousand fold.
Her hand returned to the base of my cock and she formed a loose fist. Sylvia squeezed me slowly, until her grip was tight enough to border on pain. Only when I felt my head swell and expand did she chase the bite of pain away with sweet suction, head bobbing up and down.
She found her rhythm easily, picking up speed, taking me to the back of her throat. Filthy noises echoed off the walls around us, boxing us in an echo chamber of carnal need.
It took all I had and more to keep my hands above her instead of letting them drop to the back of her head. A beat later, my patience was rewarded when her tongue joined the mix. Looping and coiling around me in a way that felt too goddamn good to be possible.
“Fuck!” The pressure inside me reached a tipping point, demanding release.
I pulled my hips back, moving to free myself before the inevitable. Her free hand went from my thigh to my hip. Gripping tightly. Holding me firmly in place.
“Diosa,” I warned, body locking tight, muscles contracting.
Her eyes flicked open, zeroing in on me. Lit from within by an all consuming need I couldn't put words to if I tried. Thankfully, words weren’t needed. She wanted this. She made it crystal clear with the way her tongue flicked around the head of my cock, coaxing my release from me.
Always, her wish was my command.
Shouting at the top of my lungs, I drove a fist into the tile wall with a loud slam. At the same time, the first hot, ropes of cum shot from me, painting the back of her throat.
Sylvia's answering moan was loud, and my abs shuddered wildly, tensing and releasing, as my dick pulsed with wave after wave of pleasure.
When I finally slipped from her mouth, my body was loose and relaxed. Contentment taken to levels taller than any building in the world. She tilted her head back, the long line of her throat working as she swallowed. Her face twisted in a grimace and a rough, unexpected laugh barked from me.
“You didn't have to swallow,” I said, kneeling in front of her while I fought back a smile. By the way her eyes narrowed, I wasn't especially successful.
“I had to know,” she said vaguely before her focus sharpened. Her cheeks twitched, dimples flashing. “That said, as much as I loved feeling you swell in my mouth, I'm not a huge fan of the end result.”
Her filthy words shut down most of the areas in my brain responsible for higher thinking. But my cock twitched between my legs, growing again.
Sylvia bit her lip when she noticed, hips wiggling. “Seriously?”
In answer, I cupped the back of her neck and pulled her to me, slanting my mouth across hers as my eyes closed. She resisted for a beat, a protest forming on her lips. I could guess what she was going to say. So I didn't bother letting her say it.
My tongue pressed against the seam of her lips and she parted for me on a soft sigh, body softening against mine. I pulled her closer as I deepened the kiss. Tasting my essence in her mouth. Feeling her nipples brush against my chest and devouring the noise she made in return.
Her legs automatically wound around my waist and I sat back with her in my arms, supporting us easily. We both gasped in sync as my cock slipped through the folds of her hot core, brushing over her clit. The glide was silky and seamless in a way water alone couldn't possibly be responsible for.
I tilted my hips, dragging across her clit again. Her breathing hitched while our tongues warred. “Are you wet for me, sweetheart?”
She bit down on my lip none too gently, and pulled it between her teeth before letting go. “Figure that out all on your own, Einstein? We're in the shower.”
“Smart-ass.”
Her lips parted in a dazzling smile and it struck me full in the chest how much I truly loved this woman. There was no reason to second guess myself. The truth had been apparent from day one, when she’d spared the lives of my brothers and I, although I was too young back then to know what to call it.
Now I did.
Ever since I'd walked up the steps of that club and locked onto the silver eyes that both haunted my dreams and gave me purpose, I had known. These last several days had only cemented my devotion into an unbreakable covenant.
My fantasy was no longer out of reach. She was there in my arms. Undeniably real and so fucking mine.
My woman.
My queen.
My goddess to the very end.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she said softly, eyes tender. Her fingers were idly tracing the script across my chest. My hard cock was still trapped between her thighs, nestled against her soft mound
This felt like the moment of truth. A feeling which made me instantly wary.
There were rules to liv
e by and I was reminded of one of them. When something seemed too good to be true, it usually was. As much as I wanted to admit to the emotions stirring in my chest, something was missing.
I knew with a dreadful sort of certainty she wasn’t ready for what I wanted to offer. I saw no outcome where I confessed to wanting to put a ring on her finger and children in her flat belly that didn't end with her running for the fucking hills.
Which was fair. Hitting her with the full brunt of feelings I fostered for years would be...ill-advised.
Her sharing her body with me was a dream come true. But I wanted everything.
Heart.
Body.
Soul.
Yet the doors to the kingdom felt barred.
For now.
“Basking,” I said with a crooked smile, hoping it didn't look as tight as it felt. “Not every day the woman of my dreams sucks my cock until I can barely stand.”
Sylvia rolled her eyes, but a blush stained her cheeks. Chasing the worst of my worries away. “You talk too much.”
This woman. “I'm not sure you're the best person to judge that.”
“Hmm. I think I can make that call.” She poked me in the chest and I flexed intentionally, unable to get enough of the way she grinned at my antics.
“Yeah? How's that?”
Sylvia rolled her hips, the lips of her pussy parting around my cock. “Because you're still talking instead of fucking me.”
CHAPTER 22 - Sylvia
The look on his face.
Carlos did this thing when he was legitimately caught off guard. I imagined the only reason I was able to catch it was because he was so infrequently unprepared. He hadn’t perfected the art of hiding it behind the many masks he wore. In his defense, if you weren’t already looking for it, chiseling the information from his stone cut features was hardly an easy task.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes crinkling at the corners. His nostrils flared, lips thinning into a line. The ring finger of his left hand rose and fell. The coup de grace was the slight wiggle to his ears as he processed information.
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